Exrated by Cole Stevie J

Author:Cole, Stevie J. [Cole, Stevie J.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Romance, Humour, Adult, romantic comedy, Contemporary
Goodreads: 29639540
Published: 2016-05-16T07:00:00+00:00

Today was (insert sarcastic inflection here) absolutely great. I got to watch Benson, some steroid-pumped guy, fuck for three hours. Three hours. How many different angles do blow job needs to be shot from? I have no idea. The bright side, I’d much rather watch Benson go balls deep in a girl than Tyler—Johnny, whatever the hell his name is now. To be honest, before I started here, I thought screwing people for a living had to be pretty easy work. You spread your legs, ride someone’s face…but it’s not as simple as sex. They have to stop and start over, adjust for different angles. If that were me, I’d be so over it after the first thirty minutes…there is no way that can actually feel good to the girl.

I grab the empty bottle of lube and chuck it in the trash, and just when I’m about to walk out the door, Brandi prances inside the room, stopping in front of me. Her blonde hair is in pigtails, and she’s wearing a pair of cut off denim shorts, a checkered halter top, and cowboy boots.

“Hey, girl!” She sings, popping her gum.

“Uh, hey.”

“You finished for the day?”

“Yep.” I veer around her and start toward the door again. I glance over my shoulder as I make my way down the hall to find she’s following me.

“Benson’s fun to watch, huh?” she asks.

“Yeah, sure.”

“I always enjoy shooting with him.”

I nod because I honestly don’t care who she enjoys shooting with. Instead of heading toward the elevator, I go to the stairwell thinking she’ll go in a different direction, but she doesn’t. She follows me inside and down the stairs.

“So, how do you and Johnny know each other?”

I exhale. This is why she’s following me around. “We grew up together.”

“Oh.” She pauses. “Like friends or something?”

“Yep. Something like that.”

“And you didn’t know he did porn?”

“Nope.” Jesus how long does it take to get down three flights of stairs.

“So you took the job and had no idea?”

“Yep.”

She giggles. “Well, that’s gotta be weird then, huh?”

“Weird doesn’t touch it.”

I push the door open and walk out into the lobby.

“Well,” she says as the doors bangs closed behind her. “I’ve got to go film The Dook of Hazard. You know, we should hang out sometime. Do some girl stuff or something.”

“Uh, yeah. Sure.”

She smiles before she turns to walk off. I’m not an idiot. I know what she’s doing, and I am most certainly not hanging out with her. I’m not hanging out with anyone from this job. Really, I am more than ready to get home and watch the fucking The Golden Girl marathon with Heather. Something that has nothing to do with dicks and vaginas and assholes. That is what I need.

The second I step outside, I feel like I’m going to burst into flames. Looking across the parking lot, I can see waves of heat rising off the asphalt. Sweat is trickling down my temples by the time I reach my car. The leather seat burns the backs of my legs when I sit down, and I curse, shoving the key into the ignition.

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